User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-3474228-20120318172914/@comment-3474228-20120412004626

The Strangers, looking to Eleven as their leader now, all snort gruffly and charge forwards, their shields splitting the fire as they run through, causing none of them to get hurt. Like wild animals, they slam and leap onto hares, pulling them to the ground. Most of the Strangers throw aside their weapons, now using their metallic claws to rip and scratch at hares